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[Looking unto Jesus]
“Looking unto Jesus, the author and
finisher of our faith.”—Heb. xii. 2.
Looking unto Jesus,
Healing I shall find
For the broken spirit,
And the bruisèd mind—
Yet I gaze on daily,
Till my eyes grow dim,
Looking unto any
Rather than to Him!
Healing I shall find
For the broken spirit,
And the bruisèd mind—
Yet I gaze on daily,
Till my eyes grow dim,
Looking unto any
Rather than to Him!
Looking unto Jesus,
I shall learn the road
That the soul must travel,
Going home to God—
Yet I lag and linger,
Till I scarce can see
My guide and sweet companion
Beckoning to me!
I shall learn the road
That the soul must travel,
Going home to God—
Yet I lag and linger,
Till I scarce can see
My guide and sweet companion
Beckoning to me!
Looking unto Jesus,
I behold the heights
Gleaming in the glory
Of Love's undying lights—
Yet my heart unmovèd
Cares not to aspire,
Nor for all their splendour
Would be any higher!
I behold the heights
Gleaming in the glory
Of Love's undying lights—
Yet my heart unmovèd
Cares not to aspire,
Nor for all their splendour
Would be any higher!
What is it that ails me?
Why am I so dead
That looking unto Jesus
Lifts not up my head?
And my heart so wanders,
Caring not to see
Him, its fount of gladness?—
Jesus, look on me.
Why am I so dead
That looking unto Jesus
Lifts not up my head?
And my heart so wanders,
Caring not to see
Him, its fount of gladness?—
Jesus, look on me.
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